The storyteller's words were finally finished, but the onlookers were all in a state of sadness, as if there was a faint sadness invisibly revealed. The storyteller www.biquge.info the pen "Fun" Pavilion sighed slightly, but it was full of tears.

The "Yunlai Inn" suddenly became extremely silent, and the needle drop could be heard. It's just that faintly, you can hear the sound of rain outside the window.

I don't know when, there was a cold snort from the crowd. Although the humming was small, in this silent inn, everyone could hear it very clearly.

Everyone was stunned, and couldn't help but look at the place where the voice came from, but saw a young girl with a frosty face, Ying Yingzhuo stood in front of everyone, she was no one else, but the enchanting girl - Han Qinglu.

The storyteller looked displeased, and he said, "Girl, what do you mean by that?" ”

Han Qinglu glanced at them lightly, but said coldly: "I don't care, I just can't get used to what this Northern Soul Sword Heart does!" ”

The storyteller Bo said angrily: "Girl, don't comment on it, please give me a reason why I can't get used to it!" ”

Han Qinglu snorted coldly, and said without hesitation: "The person I hate most in my life is this half-hearted person, if he really devotes himself to the Demon Sect, then it doesn't matter, but I can't think of him but he turns against him again and again, how can this be benevolent and righteous?" ”

"Girl, this is a bad word, although the mind and body of the Northern Underworld Sword are in the Demon Sect, the heart is still on the right path. His heart remains the same, how can he say half-heartedly? ”

Han Qinglu said coldly: "The path of the villain, if he really has the ability, why use this conspiracy to destroy the enemy?" What is the insidious aspect of the Demon Cult that you are talking about? It's not like those pretentious 'righteous masters', who often say above board on the surface, but secretly do something else! ”

The storyteller was stunned, speechless for a while, speechless to refute, but listened to Han Qinglu and said: "Back then, the Demon Sect had a great love for the Northern Underworld Sword, and he also promised the 'Demon Sect Princess' Tianqin Xin to him!" It's a pity that instead of appreciating it, he betrayed his wife, betrayed the Demon Sect, and turned against him! Isn't this treachery?! The more she spoke, the more excited she became, and her indignation was unmistakable.

Everyone present was stunned, and Han Qinglu said it so reasonably, that it was impossible to refute. According to what she said, there is indeed something unrighteous in the Northern Darkness Sword Heart.

At this time, the storyteller shook his head lightly and said, "Girl, what you said is not unreasonable, but as far as the facts are concerned, this demon sect really couldn't find anything sinister twenty years ago. However, the Demon Cult is extremely ferocious and bloodthirsty, and there are countless heroes and heroes in the world, as well as countless innocent people who have died tragically at their hands, which is an irrefutable fact. Why don't you abandon it and hate it? If the insidious path of righteousness also needs to be based on real evidence, today, who is not a hero in the 'Four Gates of Shenzhou'? The 'Three Uniques of Shenzhou' is even more forceful to lift the remnants of a hundred years and stubbornly resist the Demon Sect, and its pride has seen the sun and the moon! ”

After a pause, he suddenly said with indignation: "However, three years ago, Jiang Wurui, a strange hero of the righteous path, died tragically under the insidious tricks of the Demon Sect! If it's insidious, who can match it?! ”

At this time, his face showed a sad look, and he said gloomily: "Poor 'Heavenly Sword' is a hero of his old man's life, but he fell into the fate of a white-haired person sending a black-haired person. ”

Han Qinglu was slightly stunned, Bing Rong was relieved, but she looked a little uncertain, she said: "As far as the matter is concerned, he is him, and the Demon Sect is the Demon Sect, so it should not be mixed up." ”

The storyteller was surprised: "Why did the girl say this? This 'Xuanyin Sect' is the Demon Sect, and the Demon Sect is naturally also the 'Xuanyin Sect'. ”

Han Qinglu suddenly said: "Of course not!" If I say that you are a dog, then you are not the dog in the world? ”

The storyteller was stunned and said unhappily: "Girl, please respect yourself." ”

Han Qinglu snorted and stopped talking, but his face was frozen again.

The storyteller suddenly asked, "Girl, according to what you say, this 'Demon Sect' is not only the 'Xuanyin Sect', but also other sects?" ”

Han Qing's face was like frost, and she said coldly: "What is it, what is it?" It's better not to ask more questions that are none of your business, otherwise, you won't even know how you died! ”

Everyone was stunned, and couldn't help but shudder, her words were extremely cold, and the words in her words were even more indifferent and ruthless, which made people feel chilled to the bottom.

"Girl......" The storyteller couldn't help but say again, but when she saw Han Qinglu glaring coldly, she shouted, "You still dare to ask?!" ”

The storyteller's heart froze, but his face did not change, he continued: "Girl, don't be angry, I just want to cry out for the Northern Underworld Sword!" What you said just now has some truth, but you made the biggest mistake! At that time, the Demon Sect only treated him in order to control him, and although Lyra had a beautiful heart, he had no status in the sect and was insignificant. The Demon Sect married him to the Northern Darkness Sword Heart, and he was vicious with his intentions. ”

Han Qinglu said coldly and angrily: "I don't know what to say! Lyra Heart had the supreme position in the Demon Cult at that time! She is the 'holy woman' of the church, under one man, above ten thousand! ”

Everyone was amazed, but the storyteller asked, "How did the girl know?" ”

Han Qinglu swept his eyes coldly, snorted, but did not answer.

The storyteller sighed lightly: "That's it, I see that the girl is beautiful and dignified, with a beautiful face, and you don't look like a demon sect, where did you know that we have no right to ask." However, I implore you to think about it, although the life of the Northern Soul Kenshin is full of objections, but no one can refute his true feelings, if you really saw him with your own eyes, I don't think you would have such thoughts again. ”

Lu Qing smiled coldly: "Then tell me, what kind of temperament is he?" ”

The storyteller was fascinated and said: "The air is magnificent, the demeanor is detached, and it is incomparable!" ”

Han Qinglu snorted and said coldly: "I don't know what to say!" If there really is such a person in the world, it is also dead! ”

The storyteller sighed and said gloomily: "Yes, he died...... He's dead. ”

Han Qinglu snorted coldly and turned away. Gradually, her slender shadow finally disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

After she left, the people in the inn exhaled one after another. The girl's momentum was so amazing that everyone was so pressed that they didn't dare to speak out, and only storytellers dared to argue with her.

Butterfly Yehong has always paid attention to Han Qinglu, and in this debate, she found the difference between this mysterious girl, but unfortunately she is not good at arguing, so she has never interjected.

At this time, she pulled Dongfang Jie's sleeve and said softly: "Brother Dongfang, do you see if this cold dew is a little weird......

There was no response.

Butterfly Yehong was stunned for a moment, and when she looked at it, she saw that Dongfang Jie was still sitting still, his face was miserable, and he seemed to be struggling incomparably in his heart.

"Brother Dongfang, you ...... What's wrong with you? Butterfly Yehong's expression was extremely worried.

"Huh?! What the?! ......" Suddenly, Dongfang Jie woke up from his stupor, and said in a panic, "Ye Hong, you ...... What did you just say? ”

"Brother Dongfang, what's wrong? Did something happen? The worried color of the butterfly leaf red is unmistakable.

"No... No...... Ye Hong, don't worry. Dongfang Jie's expression changed from his previous calmness, and he was in a panic.

Butterfly Yehong's heart is as fine as hair, how could she not find the abnormality, at the moment she saw that Dongfang Jie was unwilling to answer, she didn't want to ask much, just said: "It's okay, Brother Dongfang, do we still listen?" ”

Dongfang Jie shook his head and said, "Ye Hong, it's late at night, I want to rest early today." ”

Butterfly Yehong nodded lightly and responded: "Well, then let's go back to the room, I also feel a little tired today." ”

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The inn has once again reverted to its former hustle and bustle. But from time to time there was a shouting voice, but someone said; "Sir! Tell us the story of you and the Northern Soul Kenshin, we're a little curious......"

"Yes, yes, and that generation of wonders...... What a ruthless ...... that"

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